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Sadly, yes it is.
I honestly thought after giving birth to Chunky P, that pregnancy brain would have some how slithered it's way out of me, just like how I pushed chunk out. I mean, seriously, there are parts of my pregnancy in the early months that I don't remember. I was ready to get my brain back as well as other things and enjoy life. Well, out of the millions of moms I have met over the years or became friends with, they too, FORGOT to mention that I'd never get my fully functioning brain back. For example, today, is Thursday, I have dubbed this day grocery shopping day. I do the same thing every Thursday. After Chunks morning nap, we go to the local produce stand for fruits and veggies, then to the grocery store for everything else. Well, one would think I would check my purse to make sure I had everything. I pull into the produce market. Get chunk out while shes strapped to her heavier than hell car seat carrier. We then make our way through the market selecting what we need for the week. Be mindful, we live in South FL, it's already 88 degrees and humid and the market is outside. I pick a lane to purchase our goodies, and as the girl tells me our total and has now bagged everything into my re-useable save the Earth bag, I don't have any form of payment. None, zero, like where the hell did my wallet go? I don't know what was worse, panic or embarrassment. She assured me that she would save my cart and that I could return to pick it up. When I did finally return with my wallet in hand, she did have my cart saved for me. Where was said wallet? In my Taekwondo bag. I had taught classes the night before and it had fallen out of my purse when I shoved my purse inside my TKD bag.
Things could have been worse. Like the time I drove an hour to work, went to change into my TKD uniform only to discover I left my uniform pants at home. Thankfully, my place of employment sells extra pants for people like me. Or, like the time I seriously counted how many times I shut my car door than reopened it and ran back into the house for Chunks things so that she could stay the night at her Nanny's place. (My mother) 5. YES 5 times. I have discovered throughout all of this forgetting, that you can either "survive" without it or you find it somewhere out on your travels, and hate yourself for having to spend more money on something other than a brain transplant.
So, to all of my mommy friends out there, I'm no longer angry with you for not telling me about this continuous pregnancy brain. I have come to the realization that you all just FORGOT. And, to all of my friends who don't have children yet....................................................Oh, look a piece of candy!
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